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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Listen— There’s a cauldron bubbling in the basement of my soul, black as midnight, black like my melanin blacker than coal. where syllables melt into molten gold. into this cauldron I throw: fragments of overheard conversations on subway platforms at 2 AM, the way light fractures through broken storefront windows, Steam rises the ghosts of every poem I’ve swallowed instead of spoken, every truth I’ve buried beneath polite small talk and careful smiles. The heat is unbearable sometimes. This alchemy of anguish threatens to crack me open, spill my insides across the page like an accident scene Most magnificent and terrible. But I keep stirring, because somebody has to transform the materials of this messy, magnificent life into something that might make another soul feel less alone in the dark. against a world that tells us our voices don’t matter, from a fermented fabrication Of societal freedom. The recipe is ancient: one part rage at injustice, When the brew is ready, it glows from within, open hearts, serve it steaming to anyone brave enough to drink poetry straight, no chaser. This is my offering: words that have been boiled down to their essential truth, distilled to their purest power, ready to burn clean through the pretense and kindle something wild in the chest of anyone who’s forgotten they have fire inside them. So come Bring your broken pieces, your beautiful disasters, your questions with no answers. Let’s make magic from the mess of being human. Let’s remember: we are all poets waiting to explode into meaning. Let’s brew rebellion in a world that craves conformity. For, steam still rises. The cauldron of words keep coming, Poetry hungry and alive, demanding to be born.
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